Good Luck Charm

         My son’s debut on DatuKnows! Everyone, meet Everest!

These pictures are an attempt to recreate the one that was taken back in 2015. See end of post for the original…

A lot has changed since I went on hiatus. Blogging took a backseat as my life made a complete turn around.

In 2014, I gave birth to my beautiful boy, and once he entered our lives, I had a totally different perspective, as expected. I began to reevaluate my goals, rearrange my priorities, and discovered a sense of motivation like no other.

Every decision I made was based on the premises of my son’s well being, and the future of our family. I immediately decided that pursuing a career in sports writing was no longer for me.

Yes, having a baby will do that. I began to question everything. All the little things I used to sweat became minuscule in comparison to the bigger picture.

For example, if one of my favorite sports teams lost, I wasn’t so distraught like before. I used to be emotionally attached to these teams. A bit too much, if you ask me. My mood was dictated by the outcome of any game played that day. It seems a little ridiculous, now that I think of it. But, it was true.

After having Everest, I went on a total sports detox. Complete mommy mode. Everest was born late September, and I didn’t watch anything sports related until the 2014 World Series in October. I’ll admit, even this new mom couldn’t miss out on the San Francisco Giants beating the Kansas City Royals in an epic Game 7!

I remember that night. I was cradling my barely one month old son who was fast asleep, and as Pablo Sandoval crossed home plate, thanks to Michael Morse’s game-winning RBI, I simply smiled, hugged my baby, looked at Alan, and whispered a cheer, so that Everest remained asleep.

We had a 2003 bottle of Moet, but decided it was best to save it for another time. We quietly celebrated, and went to bed, like it was any other day. No parade for us that year.

And that was the last time I watched any sports for a very long time.

I may have made an appearance here and there, working or attending a 49ers game. But I quickly realized how much my heart wasn’t into it anymore. I was determined to be the best mother possible, and this newfound life in parenthood was all that mattered.

I decided it was finally time to go back to school, and figure out exactly what the hell I was going to do with my life. After taking two years off, I enrolled into community college, and took a psychology course, just to get my feet wet again.

Family, work, and school, was my steady rotation. I didn’t have room for anything else. Then, the Golden State Warriors made it to the playoffs…

I started watching basketball again, with my son right by my side. This year was different. Everything about it was offbeat. I could not believe that the Dubs actually made it to the NBA Finals.

I can replay that series over and over again. Games 1 and 2 ended in overtime. Warriors fell behind 2-1, and Andre Iguodala started for the first time that season in Game 4. Ultimately, the Dubs finished everything in Game 6, and became the reigning champs. Their first title since 1975.

I was born in 1985.

It felt like a dream. I have never seen the Warriors play in the NBA Finals. I got excited just seeing them in the playoffs. I was so used to them being disregarded and looked over, every single year. No one outside of the Bay Area even knew who the Golden State Warriors were, and here they were, the 2015 NBA Champions!

The night they won, I was yet again holding my then nine month old baby boy. He wasn’t asleep this time around. We were surrounded by our immediate family. We placed our phones right in front of the television, recording our reactions to the final minutes of the game. We all jumped for joy, gave each other hugs and kisses, and screamed at the top of our lungs.

Definitely an occasion to remember, and something that I was so happy to experience with Everest.

Fast forward to present time, and here we are coming off yet another championship celebration! In 2015, we attended the parade sans Everest, since we thought he was too young to join us. This year, he was able to come along, taking in every moment with the rest of us.

And then I got to thinking…

Here is this little boy, that’s not even three years old yet, and he has witnessed the Warriors in three NBA Finals, watched them win two NBA Championships, and seen them reach the all-time best winning record during the regular season, 73-9. How lucky is this kid? And he doesn’t even know it. Dare I say, he’s their good luck charm?

And here I am, waited nearly 30 years just to behold all this greatness. Better late than never, I assume.

Everest’s Warriors are completely distinct from the Warriors I grew up watching. I never heard the term “super team” as a fan back then. “Dynasty” was out of the question. Those were the Los Angeles Lakers, the Chicago Bulls, and the Boston Celtics. Never once did I imagine the Golden State Warriors would become one of those elite teams. This whole “winning” thing is still something I have yet to get used to.

To be honest, I still can’t believe that Kevin Durant is on the team, or that the Warriors are constantly being hated on. Long gone are the days that I would have to explain to people exactly where Golden State plays, and who plays on the team. It’s all surreal to me, and I’m still pinching myself.

I’m looking forward to the future, when I will be able to look back on these moments, and reminisce on all of these experiences with Everest. I may not be so invested into sports like I was back then, but watching the game through my son’s eyes provides a whole new appreciation. It’s like falling in love with sports all over again.

 Celebrating the 2015 NBA Championship with my little boy. Go Warriors! 




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